Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 49 The Young Helmsman
The weather in Chengdu in February still hasn't warmed up. Although the pouring rain just now has eased, the patter like a child peeing makes people feel cold and wet.

For the people of Sichuan, there is nothing more enjoyable and comfortable than having a hot pot meal in this weather.

"Put an iron pot on the white charcoal fire, and put a bamboo grid in the middle to separate the heaven and the earth in the pot into spaces with independent surfaces and blended bottoms."

"Pour half a pot of red oil and chili-fried fiery red soup base, and wait for the onion, ginger, garlic and other seasonings to roll and bubble in the red waves. After a while, you will be able to smell the spicy aroma, which makes people's hands and feet soaked in sweat."

"At this time, pick up a piece of hairy belly and put it in the hot red soup and shake it lightly, at most four or five times. Don't be greedy, otherwise it will be too much."

"Then wrap it in the super clear oil dipping material and put it in your mouth, bite it lightly, hiss, the taste is endless aftertaste!"

"So you all remember, the word 'shabu' is what you should pay attention to when eating hot pot. The time of shabu-shabu must be grasped accurately. It's just right when it's old and not too old."

In a hot pot restaurant facing the street in Ghost Street, an old gourmet was happily talking about the essence of eating hot pot. He glanced into the corner, and immediately twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure.

"You must not pour all the food in at once like those two back-timers. This way of eating is simply reckless!"

The diners at the same table followed his eyes and saw a mountain of empty plates on a small table in the corner, piles of food cooking in the pot, and boiling soup overflowing out of the pot.

"a shame!"

The two men buried their heads in the middle, moving their chopsticks like flying, swallowing so loudly that even many ghost street residents who thought they were thick-skinned felt a little ashamed.

A pair of chopsticks was inserted into the pot and searched back and forth several times. After repeatedly confirming that no fish had slipped through the net, the owner of the chopsticks chose to give up.

Kuang Qingyun leaned back, pulled out a cigarette stick from under his green shirt as if conjuring, and put it in the corner of his mouth, a cluster of flames emerged from his fingertips and stretched towards the pipe.

No bionic skin can be seen on his entire arm, and many bullet holes and knife marks can even be seen on the silver mechanical bone.

"Well, the restaurant I recommend is authentic. Let me tell you, if you want to eat good food, you have to be this kind of restaurant with flies in the corner."

"Really good."

Li Jun wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "It's just that you ate too fast, and I didn't grab a few slices of meat. Why, now the helm of Brother Pao's club has been reduced to starvation?"

Kuang Qingyun said angrily: "Who do you look down on? Believe it or not, let someone bring a real native cow over immediately, and let you kill and eat it now."

Li Jun gave a thumbs up, "These words are heroic, a bit like Master Ding."

"It's still like a human saying."

Kuang Qingyun took a breath of the cigarette and held it in his lungs for a long time before slowly exhaling it. The smile in his eyes faded a little in the misty smoke.

"Master Ding is buried in the backyard of the hall. You can go back and have a look when you have time. No matter what happened in the past, everyone has gone, so there is nothing to worry about."

Li Jun didn't speak, but nodded silently, but his eyes were always fixed on the blood stain on Kuang Qingyun's forehead that was not wiped clean.

"What's with the blood on your face?"

"Didn't wipe it clean?"

Kuang Qingyun was taken aback, dipped his fingers in the tea in the cup, wiped his face carefully, and complained: "I didn't say it earlier when I saw it, it will affect my handsome image."

Li Jun looked at Kuang Qingyun, who was making jokes, with a serious expression on his face, "I heard from Wu Yahua that Brother Pao will send a lot of wounded people there recently. Who did this happen to?"

Kuang Qingyun rearranged her bun neatly, hid her hands in her sleeves, and said with a smile: "Don't ask, or it will make me look like I'm here to ask you to get ahead. I, Kuang Qingyun, haven't fallen to that level yet."

"I don't mean that, I'm just curious, who can make you so embarrassed?"

Kuang Qingyun snorted coldly, "Worried? Then you haven't seen how miserable the other side is."

Li Jun was about to continue asking, but was interrupted directly by Kuang Qingyun.

"Okay, don't worry about this little thing. I came to you today to tell you to be careful recently."

Li Jun frowned, "What did you hear?"

"Recently, there have been rumors everywhere on the ground in Chengdu that Tianfu Heavy Industry was ambushed by Shudao Logistics outside the Xifan Songpan Weicheng, causing heavy losses."

"The three and four divisions of the entire operation were wiped out, and the two chiefs of the eighth private were dismantled into parts. This is not a rumor. I saw their mechanical hearts on the black market with my own eyes."

Shudao Logistics actually ambushed Tianfu Heavy Industry outside Songpanwei? !

Li Jun grinned a silent smile, he suddenly understood why Gu Yong was so happy in Jiaofang Division.

Kuang Qingyun didn't notice the knife-like cold light in Li Jun's eyes, and was still talking to himself.

"Now everyone in Tianfu Heavy Industry is like a red-eyed hyena, holding back their energy and wanting revenge. You are also a member of the Shu Road Logistics Security Department, and you will definitely be involved."

"Your way of martial arts is not the same as our way of war. As long as we still have our heads and mechanical hearts, we can't die if we smash a few organs. But your body is really full of flesh and blood, and you may be finished with a hemorrhage."

"Oh, I'm not that."

In Kuang Qingyun's dense words, there was no room for Li Jun to intervene, and he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I know you can fight, but those big groups don't simply compete with someone's fist like us. Others are just playing with their brains!"

"Take Gu Ding who was beaten to death as an example. How can he become the supervisor of your security department without entering any sequence? Didn't he get the status of a domestic slave by serving Gu Yong, and changed his surname, so he took the position."

"These ghost tricks in the workplace, that is the knife that kills without blood! You have to be on guard at all times, otherwise you will not know if you are tricked to death."

I don't know if it's because he ate hot pot or because he was close to the charcoal fire. Li Jun felt warm all over his body at this moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"I see, thank you, second brother."

Kuang Qingyun's lips fluttering up and down suddenly paused, and after a long pause, he slowly said: "There is nothing to thank, I don't know what you think, but that night in the main hall you fought all over for Brother Pao, I remember it very clearly."

The young helmsman tapped the tattoo on his neck, "Although you don't have this scorpion, I recognize you. It's the same with it or without it."

After Kuang Qingyun finished speaking, the expression on his face became awkward, and he whispered to himself: "You are so fucking hypocritical, how did these words come out of my mouth?"

At this moment, the bowls and chopsticks on the table suddenly shook back and forth, and the soup in the iron pot swayed on the table, and exclamations were heard everywhere in the store.

Then there were a few muffled noises outside the store, which sounded like an explosion from afar.

Kuang Qingyun's eyebrows sank for a moment, he took a deep breath slowly, stood up as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Li Jun.

"The meal is over, so I won't keep you. Come back to Kowloon Street to see if you have nothing to do in the future. Many brothers are still talking about their best brother Hongqi."

After saying that, Kuang Qingyun threw down a few precious banknotes, and strode towards the outside of the shop.

Li Jun stared at his back, tapped the table with his right knuckles one after another, and suddenly sneered.

"It seems that I am really easy to talk to? No one dares to step on my head."

Outside the hot pot restaurant, a row of refitted cars that could not be seen from their original models were parked on the side of the street, and dozens of Paogehui disciples in black stood in the rain.

Kuang Qingyun came striding forward, before approaching, he yelled angrily at one of the bearded men: "What happened?"

"Master, a bomb was thrown at the entrance of the hall. Twelve of our brothers were killed, and many neighbors were injured."

Kuang Qingyun paused, "Can you see where the person is going?"

"Someone was biting all the time."

"That's good!"

Kuang Qingyun raised his foot to lift the robe, lifted the foot of the robe and tucked it into his waist, and bent down into the car.

"Catch up, I must kill this group of Annan gang monkeys alive today!"

(End of this chapter)